Isolated Youth

I won’t be touched
Not a single straw
You won’t pull my hair
Disease my lungs
I won’t fall in soil
I won’t be scarred by tears
Love won’t be sold
Oh, the devil will fold

Carve my days into soil
Carve my name into stone
Bite the knife
Metal in your mouth
Bite me like snow
Like chilling ice

A cascade of blue
My eyes seem dark
But my arms are steady
Ready to hold
My teeth they grind
Down to the bone
My teeth they grind
Like winter’s snow



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